Quilt

All those mispoken words I have said

All these torn out notebook pages never to be read

All those lightbulb of ideas 

Swirling inside my head

All the fairy lights 

The fall leaves

The rain 

The happiness 

The joy

The anger 

The pain

Music 

The feeling of performing on the big stage

The quarantine feel

Like being locked in a cage

I think of these things without a shred of guilt

As I weave them into the fabric of my beautiful 

Quilt 

 
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queenlalaladaisy

VT

15 years old

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